As a result of my laziness, I had the pleasure of a long walk today. I left the house for a short ride, and didn't take any of my gear that was in my pack (pump, tubes, patches - the important stuff). I just loaded up the Camelbak and headed out.

"I'll just stay in the neighborhood," I told myself. But over an hour later I we cutting up a few trails about 5 miles from home. BEAUTIFUL weather, everything was going perfect until I heard that wonderful hissing sound of the precious air leaving my tires. Two flat tires, comin' up! Luckily, I was "only" about 5 miles from home, so I started walking, singing, cussing; you name it. The rest of the ride/walk was uneventful.

Oh well, at least I got to ride today!